Down leafy ways and winding plays on words he dashed to find the rhyme that time forgot.Without it, he would find one day that curdsand whey feed Mistress Muffet, but do notsustain a tuffet, soft and pliant; still a bitter pill of ills, not sugar sweet but putrefied, as Jack went up the hillto find his Jill. But would they ever meet?If Humpty Dumpty had his way, some daysweet Jill would be his own, and he would findthat he could plunder, tear asunder, play with Jack’s fey darling. Ha! He wouldn’t mind.But nursery rhymes are not allowed to beas cruel as you have ever been to me.